– on a Dodo broadband connection

for ND



Freeways are never exactly that.

Changing lanes with Maria Wyeth

                                 in the rearview like a tail.

The headstones marched around the bend.
The pool where I learnt to swim

offered up to the slipstream,

progress leaving a red dustgrass elegy

where outer suburbs feast

on the outer outer suburbs.
Listening to “Maggot Brain” on YouTube

Eddie Hazel stutters in the streaming. 
Standing on the cusp of a night as empty

           as that nothingness they ran into

before bridges recorded their history.
           Reading the notes

at the back of a semi-scholarly

                                 copy of Henry V

just distracts me like Facebook chat

           in the middle of Hazel,

his guitar howl in the night dust,

like a child clinging

to the breast

of a murdered mother.